”Needless to say, I was very surprised, but not one tolook a gift horse in the mouth, I walked over to her andtook the tag from around her neck,...and then just stoodthere looking at her. Jen has a fabulous body. 5 foot 7, 38g 26 35 figure. Itook her in my arms and kissed her. My tongue tanglingwith hers. At the same time, my hands were behind herback undoing her bra. It was now just being held on hertits by the pressure of my body. After about 5 minutesof french-kissing, I broke the kiss. I stared at it."Do you like what you see?"I continued to stare. I was much much bigger than mine."Why don't you stroke it and then when it's hard you can lick it."I reached out and held it. I was not sure what it would be like but assoon as I wrapped my hand around it and felt its girth I new this wasgoing to be wonderful.I gently rubbed my hand along it, slowly caressing it and could feel itget firmer and firmer until after 3-4 minutes it was hard.Its size was impressive, and my fingers only. He was just pushing the crotch of her panties aside when the pretty young black waitress came up."Hi, my name is Yvonne and I will be serving you tonight. What would you like to drink?" The pretty young black woman asked with a broad smile."How about two glasses of Merlot?" Ken asked and Becky nodded her approval.They watched as the waitress walked away but even as she did Ken began to finger Becky's pussy. He was pleased that she was already aroused. He thought about this thirty-something. I heard a squeal of happiness, “Petra! I missed you so much. How are you?” Milla’s excited voice floated up to me as I walked back down the stairs.A musical voice with a mischievous hint to it followed, “You brat Milla. Why did I have to find out you all were back from that asshat, Dereck? You should have said something in your last letter.” I turned toward the voices when I exited the staircase and was once again struck dumb.“Why me,” floated through my head and out my mouth, unbidden.Upon.